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 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Bianca Reyes
Heart
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Bianca Reyes
My heart suffers from carpal tunnel
With all the typing it has done
About all of the love it holds for you
Shared on Hello Poetry on July 19, 2016
Copyright © 2016 Bianca Reyes
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 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Sasha Ranganath
i want to
just lay without saying a word
no noise, no disturbances
just you, me and our thoughts running wild.
i want us to lay inside and
be each other's safe place
when the world is drowning.
you talk so greatly of things trivial to me
you don't stop to listen to what my mind speaks
im not complaining; i love your voice and articulation
but it would be nice if you gave me a chance to at least whisper.
true, im not the most interesting person
and i have obscure thought processes
and it's boring to be verbal about it
but i just get lost when you ramble on and on
and i can't fit the pieces together a lot of the time.
i'm sure you don't realize that i feel this way
and i'm far too apprehensive to tell you.
my head is a battleground between feeling unwanted
and reassuring myself that i'm just delusional.
i like to think i'm important to you
but i being my insecure self, almost never believe it.
i sound like such a sad sack
and i won't deny that i need constant reassurance
but rather than the world consoling me all the time,
it would be nice if only you, just you,
gave me the time and opportunity
to talk for once.
i adore you. and i know you don't feel the same way about me; i can't even persuade you.
but just let me tell you about myself sometimes, maybe you'll feel differently.
maybe.
sorry.
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
NaNi
2 a.m.
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
NaNi
She was in a constant battle in her mind
when she woke up everyday
it was her proof of surviving the toughest war
against the strongest warrior
herself

NaNi
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Abbie Orion
She
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Abbie Orion
She
she
is hot pink lipstick
she is white lace, long wavy brown hair
she is pretending not to know me
as well as her hands and eyes do
is pretending
she is allowed to be a mother this mothers day
allowed to have children after taking the child out of me
allowed to sit in the pews of this church
without the angels descending
and spontaneously combusting her body.

she is...smiling.

the serial killer in me would like to rip her jaws apart
to break that smile in half and make a necklace from her teeth
I am only reclaiming my bones and bits of me from her mouth
it's more pleasant this way
i don't belong to her anymore
i belong to me
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Abbie Orion
Marble statues seem so solemn
And comparatively less still than us
As in the calm 11 o'clock evening
We are half adrift
Sleeping drunken off each others' presence
What is love if it is not being
Curled into the curve of your arm
And just being?
I can hardly remember the dark days from this view
I can hardly remember not having you
The heartbreak, when
Feeling lost never felt so good as feeling found.
I belong here
In the warmth of a summer night tucked into you
More than I've ever belonged in a place or time
Or ever will
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
ylruceiram
He lied
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
ylruceiram
He told her she was the most beautiful thing in the world, but he lied.

She heard him promise that his love will never fade, yet he lied.

He said he'll never leave her, and guess what? He lied.

She believed him when he said he will never lie again. It was stil  a lie.

He told her he was lying all along and that was the last lie she received.
Lies. Lying. Confusion. Truth
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Michael L
A Rope
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
Michael L
Despair is a tight suit to wear
Even inhaling is restricted
Lungs imploding from the weight
Not of happiness or hate

Void of feeling, I'm reeling, then kneeling
Family and friends offer comfort
I just brush them aside
How can I let anyone inside?

Dare I end this night with slumber
Before this fear can delight
I must will the sun to rise
For there isn't much hope at the end of a rope ...
Really just trying to rid my gripping despair tonight ... uggghhh!
My name spells love in every language
you say you’ve learnt; the pulsating
streets of your veins are alight with life tonight.

We walk them with empty-pockets and
hand-in-hand; the only crimes we commit
is that we lead each other to dark places;

a castle of lies; half-said the only loving
we’ve done is in our heads.
We lose time in words and suddenly

it’s four a.m. and the coldest hands
have only ever been yours; all that throbbing
gone to waste. Rest your heart

with me, it’s never lost; four a.m.
is your hour with me
because you’ll sleep and awake

and we’ll become thieves of conversations
stealing emotions we hide in jokes
and the sundry ‘have a nice day’s.
You, who else?
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
A
S
 Jul 2016 Dreamer
A
S
I thought about you today
Your sister posted a picture online of a butterfly that had landed on her foot outside in her backyard, she said it was you visiting her and of course everyone gave her their condolences.
I often think of your family, like the son you left behind and the husband who has yet to find anyone else since you left.
But how could you find another lover after you found the last one hanging from a cable cord in your basement
If you knew how everyone's life would be now, would you take it back?
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